Well, dear readers, I must write these here notes in a hurry for she of the Evil Eye will be here bright and early and also early and bright. But before I begin, may I just say that I love flowers. Yes, you heard it here, dear readers, I, BK, love flowers. I’ve always loved flowers ever since I was a wee bairn and a sprig of a twig of a tad of a lad of a youth. When I’d walk to school I would literally stop and smell the roses. Roses were my favorite and still are my favorite. There is nothing like the smell of a rose. It’s not for nothing that the expression is “comes up smelling like a rose.” The aroma of a rose makes me indescribably happy and giddy, not necessarily in that order. Another childhood favorite that is still a favorite was the snapdragon. But I loved anything colorful and pretty and the houses that had plenty o’ flowers blooming were always my favorites. I don’t think I ever saw a flower at the family home environment. We had bushes, oh, yes, we had plenty of bushes, but I really recall no flowers at all. I do recall occasionally buying packets of flower seeds because I liked the color picture on the front of the packet, of whatever exotic flower would grow from the seeds within. The Seeds Within – that’s the title of my next novel. Mind you, I would never plant the seeds, but I would stare at those colorful pictures on the packets for hours. I wanted my own garden of beautiful flowers but for whatever reasons, I just didn’t know what to do with them damn seeds. You may be wondering why I’m going on about flowers, so I’ll tell you why because why should I withhold such information from dear readers such as yourselves? I’m going on about flowers because I have four vases full of them – one on the dining room table, one on the little antique mail table near the front door, one on the piano, and one on another table in front of a window in the living room. They just brighten up the jernt and I love looking at them and that is why I’m suddenly talking about flowers out of the blue or the green or perhaps even the red. Yesterday was quite an okay day. I got up early. That was okay. I then had to go to have my do done by Teddy. We had a grand time dishing – he tells me he’s definitely going back to writing his book early next year – we talked quite a bit about it. He had a woman ghostwriter helping him, but she turned out to not be a good collaborator, so he’s looking for someone else. He tells me it’s going to be quite candid – in fact, he told me something that was really candid from his past involving a major actor, but he doesn’t know if he’ll use said actor’s name. I think he should. Anyway, he did his usual grand job on the do and when the do was done I came back to the San Fernando Valley and the home environment. Once there, I had to proof the packaging for our next release – I made a couple of minor fixes and that was done. I had a couple of long telephonic conversations with the mastering guy about our upcoming releases, and we decided on the next two, to be released concurrently, one show-related album and one soundtrack. I then met with the singer I’d met with the other day – I’d viewed a DVD of her act and heard her two CDs and was ready to discuss all of that with her. We met at Islands where I had a yummilicious bacon cheeseburger and endless fries and I do mean endless. We chatted for almost two hours and by the end of it it was decided that I’d help her put together a new act and direct it for her. She’s a very talented singer/actress and I think it will be lots of fun and we already started to get some ideas for it. After that, I picked up one solitary package and no mail at the mail place – hopefully the envelope I’m waiting for will be here today or Monday at the latest. I then came home, did some work on the computer and then sat on my couch like so much fish.
Last night, I watched nothing on Blu and Ray. I did watch about thirty minutes of some Laura Dern thing on the DVR – she’s playing a precocious teen – it’s not very good, but the cast is fun. Then I listened to several CDs and then it was time to write these here notes, which, in case you haven’t noticed, is what I’ve been doing. Well, why don’t we all click on the Unseemly Button below whilst I enjoy my various vases of flowers.
Has anyone noticed how fragrant today’s notes are? They coming up smelling like a rose, but then everything’s coming up roses for me and for you. What am I, Mama Rose all of a sudden? Today, I shall attend a book fair in the Monica of Santa – I’ll peruse the books, and hang out with my dealer pals. After that, I’ll come home, do a jog, and then eat something amusing. Not sure what’s happening in the evening yet – I’ll either go do something or I’ll watch a motion picture.
Tomorrow, I have to prepare everything for our new release announcement on Monday morning – write the blurb, send the audio samples and all that sort of thing. Then in the early evening I’m seeing a reading of a new musical that features our very own Barry Pearl – it’s at the Falcon Theater, and after we’ll go grab a bite to eat, I’m sure.
Monday I’ll be auditioning some young gal singers and will hopefully find the one I need. Then I’ll Xerox all the music (presuming the box of stuff I’m waiting for arrives on Monday), give it to the singers and our musical director, along with their CD tracks and then they can all learn what they need to. Tuesday, I’m doing some sort of interview for the book – not sure if it’s radio or TV or Internet or what – all I know is that it’s in Santa Monica, California and I have to drive there in rush-hour traffic.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, attend a book fair, I must jog, I must eat, and I must watch a motion picture or three. Today’s topic of discussion: What are your favorite flowers – and what flowers do you have in your various and sundried gardens and in your home? Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I stop and admire my various vases of flowers.